the sweetest Virgo

Just the sweetest Virgo stopped by and dropped me off at the airport, then on the flight into El Paso, I sat next to a former judge for Marfa. Typical of a Leo, the guy could tell stories, but none really bear repeating. Weirder yet, he knew at least one of my friends in El Paso. World’s getting smaller. Besides, any former judge with an earring and a ponytail has to be all right by me. Catastrophe struck though, as the new printer wouldn’t talk to the new computer. Worked before, but in my haste to get out of town, I hadn’t checked the set up with the new CPU. I spent the lunch time portion of the day in the hotel room, frantically downloading a new driver — to no avail. No matter what I do, I always seem to get out without at least one piece of mission critical equipment. Time change time, and off to breakfast with Grace the Leo, work, and try to get the new printer driver to work again. I love the confusion of culture in this part of the world. To an outsider, there’s an arbitrary line which divides Ciudad Juarez and El Paso, but to natives of the area, it’s less of line, and more of gray thing.